Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Steps to Perfection

Rugged like Rwanda, wind up far or get chopped up
to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up
Tags that spray your with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti lectures in can

Or level with the racing uptown first to Fort Apache
I'm much too much for any style to master me
From the thought's bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
M-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga chaser

Downtown deface a heroin debaser
Open up your eyes and clean out your
Wide open the grand canyon
couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon

Searching for my style like
Coming home on work shoplifting at the rap store
But sabotaging me ain't
I'm crooked like Wind starring as Cochise

With a big baseball bat you get robbed DeNiro
A still ain't nothing but a hero
Just a small of the abstract
the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act

Whether shooting or wax
I go all out and attack crabs and that's crazy wack
We all be pimps, and we all can't rap
You got to get your dollars on cause on like that

Here's what I you to do
Niggas the green Axe and burgundy Forerunner
Inhuman Blade Runner
I'm rhyming all summer just listen to the drummer

Transistor blister freak the impeders
Funk flow we expose in sequence
Napalm gets dropped long range like optics
Check the rhyme activity skills is microscopic

to my crew and my nigga El-P
Who's here to spark it all these crabs to flee

Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs
Color me 'cause I'm that crazy robot
on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you me

As far as I'm concerned, got your ashes in an urn
Big up, the temperamental none barred kid
What's confunction? Tracks is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it rusty

and phonics, you're god damned right
I'm on 'em like pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Clap off, to my free form jubilee, look at me
The witness to the shit you be

DBA P known as a simp and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on fats passed and
In and out of my state
rep tyrannical

Wrecks techs bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting on an easel
a head up
What bitch you're shadows

Look out my way you pull breath out to battle
Breaking your double helix, and now the is single
Not mono, I burn the needle out your
El-P the third gunner on the knoll

Stroll, keep the seal of heaven in my pocket
You're faggot like sprockets, the Houston Rockets
I'm so of recycled metaphors
Bet but I'd fuck Ingalls only when she's done with her chores

Got rappers tip toeing on a Highway to
Got manners like Bruce Banner when he's
I'm sick of corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks
'Cause I'm a thinker, evil anus letting off

8 steps to
The sum of each forms an octagon
Let rhyme styles get

8 to perfection
The sum of each part forms an
Where rhyme get sparked

The holy terror, moves you never won't win
Playing taps on a
You can never the rhyme origin
I rate one like a Chinese, like a chin

Hot corduroy, Bally's that's so fitted
Niggas came and assed out my tracks and 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, the smooth shit
to letcha know, never do I use it

Strictly the for the ghetto music in my cipher
Shorty the sniper Jeep like
When I take aim handling wall to wall
Mr. attract lyrics like magnets

They fuck up speaking when I'm stabbing it
Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting
That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to the math
To kick any type sport the vandal

I manhandle, emcees get murdered Tennessee
Or trapped in the bedroom with the 'Texas Massacre'
One two three, 'The of Pelham'
underground New York be the dwelling

I keep telling 'em the state of the be the mentals
If you murder up in the you murder in a temple